Practical Magic
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But for now, these boys don’t know the first thing about love, and they sure don’t know women. They would never have imagined that the reason Gillian has been dropping steaming cups of hot coffee while she’s waiting on people at the Hamburger Shack is that she can’t stop thinking about the things Ben does to her when they’re in his bed. She gets lost driving home whenever she thinks about the way he whispers to her; she’s as hot and confused as a teenager.
Gillian has always considered herself an outsider, so it’s been a big relief to discover that Ben is not as normal as she originally thought. He can easily spend three hours at the Owl Café on a Sunday morning, ordering plates of pancakes and eggs; most of the waitresses there have dated him and they get all dreamy when he comes in for breakfast, bringing him free coffee and ignoring whoever his companion might be. He keeps late hours; he is amazingly quick because of all his practice with cards and scarves, and can catch a sparrow or a chickadee in midflight just by reaching into the air.
The unexpected facets of Ben’s personality have truly surprised Gillian, who never would have imagined that a high school biology teacher would be such a fanatic about knots, and that he would want to tie her to the bed or that after her previous experience, she would consider, then agree, and finally find herself begging for it. Whenever Gillian sees a package of shoelaces or a ball of string in the hardware store, she gets totally excited. She has to run home to Sally’s so she can scoop some ice cubes out of the freezer and run them along her arms and inside her thighs just to chill her desire.
After she found several pairs of handcuffs in Ben’s closet—which he often uses in his magic act—ice cubes weren’t enough. Gillian had to go into the yard, turn on the hose, and run a shower of water over her head. She was burning up at the thought of what Ben could do with those handcuffs. She wishes she could have seen his smile when he walked into the room to discover that she’d left them out on his bureau, but he took the hint. That night he made certain the key was far enough away so that neither of them could reach it from the bed. He made love to her for so long that she ached, and still she wouldn’t have thought of asking him to stop.
She wants him never to stop, that’s the thing, that’s what’s making her nervous, since it was always the other way around. Even with Jimmy—it was the man who wanted her, and that’s the way she liked it. When you want someone you’re in his power. Feeling the way she does, Gillian has actually gone over to the high school, where Ben has been setting up his classroom for the fall, to ask him to make love to her. She can’t wait for him to come home, she can’t wait for night to fall, for bedrooms and closed doors. She comes to put her arms around him and then she tells him she wants it right now. It’s not like Jimmy; she really means it. She means it so much that she can’t even remember saying these same words to anyone else. As far as she’s concerned, she never did.
Everyone in the school district knows about Ben and Gillian; the news has gone through the neighborhood like a grass fire. Even the janitor has congratulated Ben on his good fortune. They’re the couple watched by neighbors and discussed at the hardware store and at the bar of Bruno’s Tavern. Dogs follow them when they go out for a walk; cats congregate in Ben’s backyard at midnight. Each time Gillian sits on a rock at the reservoir with a stopwatch to time Ben as he runs, the toads climb out of the mud to sing their deep, bloodless song, and by the time Ben has finished with his run he has to step over a mass of damp gray-green bodies in order to help Gillian down from her rock.
If they’re out together and Ben accidentally meets one of his students, he gets serious and starts to talk about last year’s final exam or the new equipment he’ll be setting up in the lab or the countywide science fair in October. The girls who have been in his classes become wide-eyed and mute in his presence; the boys are so busy staring at Gillian they don’t pay attention to a word he says. But Gillian listens to him. She loves to hear Ben talk about science. It makes her stomach flip over with desire when he starts to discuss cells. If he mentions the pancreas or the liver, it’s all she can do to keep her hands off him. He’s so smart, but that’s not the only thing that gets to Gillian—he acts like she is, too. He assumes she can understand what the hell he’s talking about, and just like a miracle, she does. For the first time she grasps the difference between a vein and an artery. She knows all the major organs, and what’s more, she can actually recite the function of each, not to mention its placement in the human body.
Gillian has always considered herself an outsider, so it’s been a big relief to discover that Ben is not as normal as she originally thought. He can easily spend three hours at the Owl Café on a Sunday morning, ordering plates of pancakes and eggs; most of the waitresses there have dated him and they get all dreamy when he comes in for breakfast, bringing him free coffee and ignoring whoever his companion might be. He keeps late hours; he is amazingly quick because of all his practice with cards and scarves, and can catch a sparrow or a chickadee in midflight just by reaching into the air.
The unexpected facets of Ben’s personality have truly surprised Gillian, who never would have imagined that a high school biology teacher would be such a fanatic about knots, and that he would want to tie her to the bed or that after her previous experience, she would consider, then agree, and finally find herself begging for it. Whenever Gillian sees a package of shoelaces or a ball of string in the hardware store, she gets totally excited. She has to run home to Sally’s so she can scoop some ice cubes out of the freezer and run them along her arms and inside her thighs just to chill her desire.
After she found several pairs of handcuffs in Ben’s closet—which he often uses in his magic act—ice cubes weren’t enough. Gillian had to go into the yard, turn on the hose, and run a shower of water over her head. She was burning up at the thought of what Ben could do with those handcuffs. She wishes she could have seen his smile when he walked into the room to discover that she’d left them out on his bureau, but he took the hint. That night he made certain the key was far enough away so that neither of them could reach it from the bed. He made love to her for so long that she ached, and still she wouldn’t have thought of asking him to stop.
She wants him never to stop, that’s the thing, that’s what’s making her nervous, since it was always the other way around. Even with Jimmy—it was the man who wanted her, and that’s the way she liked it. When you want someone you’re in his power. Feeling the way she does, Gillian has actually gone over to the high school, where Ben has been setting up his classroom for the fall, to ask him to make love to her. She can’t wait for him to come home, she can’t wait for night to fall, for bedrooms and closed doors. She comes to put her arms around him and then she tells him she wants it right now. It’s not like Jimmy; she really means it. She means it so much that she can’t even remember saying these same words to anyone else. As far as she’s concerned, she never did.
Everyone in the school district knows about Ben and Gillian; the news has gone through the neighborhood like a grass fire. Even the janitor has congratulated Ben on his good fortune. They’re the couple watched by neighbors and discussed at the hardware store and at the bar of Bruno’s Tavern. Dogs follow them when they go out for a walk; cats congregate in Ben’s backyard at midnight. Each time Gillian sits on a rock at the reservoir with a stopwatch to time Ben as he runs, the toads climb out of the mud to sing their deep, bloodless song, and by the time Ben has finished with his run he has to step over a mass of damp gray-green bodies in order to help Gillian down from her rock.
If they’re out together and Ben accidentally meets one of his students, he gets serious and starts to talk about last year’s final exam or the new equipment he’ll be setting up in the lab or the countywide science fair in October. The girls who have been in his classes become wide-eyed and mute in his presence; the boys are so busy staring at Gillian they don’t pay attention to a word he says. But Gillian listens to him. She loves to hear Ben talk about science. It makes her stomach flip over with desire when he starts to discuss cells. If he mentions the pancreas or the liver, it’s all she can do to keep her hands off him. He’s so smart, but that’s not the only thing that gets to Gillian—he acts like she is, too. He assumes she can understand what the hell he’s talking about, and just like a miracle, she does. For the first time she grasps the difference between a vein and an artery. She knows all the major organs, and what’s more, she can actually recite the function of each, not to mention its placement in the human body.
